Hah, yeah, can you imagine? What a pain that'd be to deal with again—
[Malice cuts himself off when he notices something strange happening nearby. The forest shimmers and begins to fade away to something that must be some kind of illusion. There's an older woman, slightly stooped from age, with white hair held back in a clumsy bun. Some curly strands have already escaped and frame her face. Though she's surrounded by quite a few children who seem to be causing all sorts of headaches for her, her smile is bright and gentle.
It seems like Malice recognizes her, because his good eye goes wide.]
That's—
[Before he can continue, the children begin to fade out one by one, leaving the woman looking sadder and more resigned... until she finds a small child with purple hair that doesn't quite cover one of his eyes. That eye is covered in a cloth tied around his head to keep it hidden, while his other eye is a very familiar bright yellow.
The woman crouches beside him even as he shrinks back and bares his fangs in some sort of feral hiss; she offers her wrist to him and he wastes no time in sinking his tiny fangs in.
Malice doesn't say anything else, simply transfixed on the scene playing out before them.]
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[Malice cuts himself off when he notices something strange happening nearby. The forest shimmers and begins to fade away to something that must be some kind of illusion. There's an older woman, slightly stooped from age, with white hair held back in a clumsy bun. Some curly strands have already escaped and frame her face. Though she's surrounded by quite a few children who seem to be causing all sorts of headaches for her, her smile is bright and gentle.
It seems like Malice recognizes her, because his good eye goes wide.]
That's—
[Before he can continue, the children begin to fade out one by one, leaving the woman looking sadder and more resigned... until she finds a small child with purple hair that doesn't quite cover one of his eyes. That eye is covered in a cloth tied around his head to keep it hidden, while his other eye is a very familiar bright yellow.
The woman crouches beside him even as he shrinks back and bares his fangs in some sort of feral hiss; she offers her wrist to him and he wastes no time in sinking his tiny fangs in.
Malice doesn't say anything else, simply transfixed on the scene playing out before them.]